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Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Might be a repeat song, but it’s still a good one.
Let’s see who is in the hunky folder for today.
Pupster and fake redhead for Carin
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A different Alex.
I finally saw “Magic Mike”. Joe can’t dance.
Nice smile, check. Proud to be American, check. “10/10 would smash”.
Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.

Started reading One Second After…huge mistake. Too depressing. The scene in the Nursing home is realistic and awful. EMP attacks would bring out the worst and there is very little you could do to ensure your family’s survival without being hardcore to others which I understand. But the thought of leaving older patients alone in a nursing home (expensive, state run or otherwise) is horrible to contemplate.

Roamy, my Mother is weak because she’s not eating (part of the process) she did drink some ensure yesterday and she “enjoyed a warm towel on her face.” Not talking much either. Color is as expected. There is no pain (being managed via drugs) but she’s still smiling. She’s a tough little one. She was a very tiny person when healthy and now she’s incredibly more so.

As my brother says (who is there every day), “It’s different each day but she’s smiling and in no pain so we’re doing the best that we can.”

Thank you for asking. And if you didn’t see my thanks the other day, I want to thank you for your prayers you mentioned last week.

HA! After I read that it sounded like she’s the type whose soul needs it.

She is a wonderful mother, superb grandmother and diligent catholic who ALWAYS chooses family interests over self. She has a hell of a sense of humor and is a rock solid conservative. She is a laugher and a smiler, fun, easy to be around. HUZZAH!!

She basically looks like all of my dad’s sisters in their teen years. Same heritage, so that makes a lot of sense. The 4 of them had 12 children between them, but aunt Anita is responsible for 5 of those.

Up here, you get your choice of hundreds of free-lancers. No school photographer for senior pictures. The only bad side of it is if you don’t get them “professionally” done you kid isn’t in the yearbook senior year.

If you know how to adjust sizing and stuff, you can do it at home.

Rates range from $75 – the cheapest I’ve seen to $200 (more common) or as much as you want to spend. For $200- Erin is getting two sessions, editing, all rights to the pictures, a brag book. I can purchase pictures separately – take them wherever for whatever quality I’m interested in.

Why this is labeled as tobacco, I don’t know. It’s an Illinois utility company film in response to a hatchet job by 60 Minutes. Mr. RFH and I watched this as part of a communications class in college, a valuable lesson learned in what was otherwise a fluff class that met the humanities requirement.

Rocketboy’s senior photographer *started* at $250 for the sitting fee. That covered the photo for the yearbook. Anything you wanted to buy was on top of that, and the cheapest package of decent size photos and wallet photos started at $250. We bought one page of 4×5’s for $40 and scanned it. That, and she was all the way on the other side of the county, so it was an hour’s drive for the privilege of her yelling at Rocketboy about his hair. I was not the only mad parent.

The link from the Morning Rant ™ on the press normalizing pedophilia – one of the responding tweets made a good point. If you have a 6-year-old deciding on transgenderism to the point of drugs and surgery, particularly against the parents’ wishes, then it’s not a great leap to say they can consent to sex. (Stop the madness!)

I want my girls married right now. Then having babies in 9 months. “Girls, don’t worry about not being able to take vacations as a couple, or time away from the babies, YOU HAVE YOUR FATHER AND I!! And we can’t wait.”

Car in, my daughter is dating someone. He’s got student loans to pay off and is still living at home. He has a job but it is one he could have been doing straight out of high school without getting himself into debt with a double major he’s not going to use.

Meh. And what’s he going to do about it? She makes more than him and if she decides to leave the school setting for say a rehab setting…she’ll be making twice as much. He doesn’t seem to have any sense of urgency about anything.

Roamy, no, I have not seen the amicus brief. These cases drive my blood pressure to ELEVENTY!! We either have a 1st Amendment or we don’t. None of the defendants discriminated against gays. They just said no to contracting an event they didn’t want to associate with.

I worry about the boyfriend. When he was little, I think they had to take out his lens’. He’s been wearing thick glasses ever since. His mom told me that the doctors wondered if he had Marfans but since he didn’t have any other symptoms (besides a bit sunk in the chest), HE WASN’T TESTED FOR IT. The fu? Why would you not test for such a thing if a red flag popped up?

Last year, his retinas started detaching. Hellerrrr, is he going to get tested? If he has it, he could drop dead from a heart issue associated with it. It could be passed on to any children.

If the SCOTUS declares artists must contract their art to events they are not inspired by or disagree with, I hope there are a rash of orders taken and ‘accidently’ lost.
Or tell the client straight up, I will be doing this against my will, do you want to continue…..OR, just have your decorator-in-training do the work OR contract it out to another shop.

There are plenty of people willing to take money from anyone. In a sane world, this wouldn’t be an issue.
And no, refusing to contract a job is not Jim Crow. It will be if the progressives on the court ignore the 1st Amendment. Gubmint should keep their noses out and let the market take care of things.

Just be STERN with her. You may need to break her. She’s got a bit of the princess complex right now because all her friends love her. She’ll get over that after a few weeks of being removed from her adoring fans.

For instance, if Mare and MJ had a kid it would be the fattest felt person imaginable, even bigger than Mount Rushmore. So fat, it wouldn’t be able to stop eating fish sticks. Eventually there would be no more fish sticks, and no more felt.

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paula Revere,
On the eighth of November, in Twenty-sixteen;
Twas supposed to be th’election of the queen
Who would rule through graft and fear.

She said to Huma, “It’s a sure bet
In every blue city to-night,
The black, Hispanic, and dead vote we’ll get.
It’s my turn, my due and my right.
Chelsea will swear that I’m a good mother
Despite one bimbo eruption after another,
I’ll prove I’m just as good as a man
Even when I’m tossed into a van.
America needs my five-year plan.

Then she said “Good-night!” and with drink in hand,
Wobbled off, hardly able to stand.
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where Trump Tower and Soros’ protesters lay.
That night across the towns and farms
The people said no to her fraudulent charms
And yes to the right to keep and bear arms –
The true goal of the real midnight ride.
Flyover country knew she’d lied.

Stab me in the neck, you better hit a carotid. Otherwise, you won’t end up in jail, you’ll end up under it. In the morgue.
The guy is going to sue? I hope he got stabbed in those giant balls of his a few times.

Re-imagined Kenny Loggins Footloose children’s book has already sold more copies than What Happened. Dan is still pissed at me for actually stocking What Happened. I placed it next to Kris Paronto’s latest book.

Mare’s Musings

February 18, 2018

I’ll tell you, I had to turn the Olympics off last night. The gay overload with the gay flags and gayness and the gay skier and the all about gay was too much for me. How does being gay have ANYTHING to do with skiing unless you’re purposefully landing on a pole?